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Six months into an interminable lockdown, I find myself missing the long dead. The throughline feels like a logical one — it’s a pandemic. Of course I’m thinking about death.

Death and the post office.

That took me slightly by surprise, even in a year where nothing has been what I’d imagined. I didn’t think we’d be arguing whether or not we, as a country, should be able to send and receive mail. Then again, I didn’t think we’d be debating on whether germ theory is real or not, either.

A few people have told me that those of us defending the United States Postal Service don’t care about the institution, but I have always regarded it with a level of fondness that one does not normally attribute to governmental institutions. It’s like finding yourself waxing poetic about the passport office or the IRS. They shouldn’t elicit an emotion other than a bit of ennui, perhaps a cold feeling of dread. …


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Harvey Weinstein was found guilty today on some (but not all) of the charges brought against him by the state of New York. And I find this unbelievable, not because I believed in his innocence in any measure, but because I believe in the ability — as old as history and time itself — of powerful men to hurt women without consequence. When you’re so used to rape and assault going unchecked, even a partial meting out of justice feels surreal.

I’m angry that he wasn’t found guilty on all the charges.

And at the same time, I can’t believe he was found guilty at all. …


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People are always surprised when I tell them Rand and I don’t really celebrate Valentine’s Day. I mean, we used to. But dear lord, it was always so, so much, and it always felt a little weird and uncomfortable and forced, even if it lead to some of my favorite photos, ever:

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Our first Valentine’s Day together, in 2002, and my god we were babies. BABIES.

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2003, back when little hearts would pop out of his head whenever I kissed him and thank god he saw the doctor for that.

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2006, and rocking the mid-aughts fashion here. (I wish y’all could see the belt I’m wearing in this photo. …

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Geraldine DeRuiter

Founder of the award-winning (wait, what?) Everywhereist blog. My memoir, ALL OVER THE PLACE, out now: http://www.everywhereist.com/all-over-the-place/

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